while i was chatting with my lil neighbour in msn and him complaining bout his F&N o levels coursework and what not.
it reminds me about my old days in dear whitley.
the 3 hours in the art room every week.
and the long hours every day during the holidays.
with my school PE shirt and me wearing my mum's vintage tappered jeans.
i missed sniffing the acrylic paint.
i missed biting at the end of my wooden pencils.
i missed cussing after the paint got splashed on my shirt.
i missed singing out loud with the mp3 on.
i missed faraheen.
i missed ms chin too.
*sheesh*
those were the days.
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